Neha's Notebook

I wanna be a superstar billionaire Oh I want it so bad I want it more than All the things I ever had   I wanna be a superstar billionaire And be on the cover of Forbes and Fortune magazines Dressed in Louis Vuitton, Chanel, Nike Looking like a queen   I wanna be a superstar billionaire Richer than Bill Gates and prettier than Disney princesses I wanna do and be everything, all that I can be I don’t wanna anything to miss   I wanna be a superstar billionaire And be in love sweeter than Cadbury’s Dairy Milk Silk I wanna distribute to all the people Dark Fantasy’s choco chips With glasses of coffee and milk   I wanna be a superstar billionaire And have the caramel voice of Dua Lipa and the intensity of Rihanna and Beyonce I wanna dress in glittery leotards And dance on the stage one day   I wanna be a superstar billionaire Fresher than Patanjali, Brighter than diamonds of Tiffany’s I wanna learn all the language...

As I tread through the field of silence Where fraids of ghosts hide in the particles of golden-silver dust A stalk of wild green grass pops its tiny head from the field And sneers at me, flittering its sinuous lissome body in the windstorm Lose yourself, it whispers like a Cheshire cat mangling on the trees   As the windstorm slaps the field in fiery gushes It liberates a flurry of echoes that evoke the ghosts hiding below The stalk of grass bends in the wind and paints a sinister grin in the greying sky I shiver with fear, for I need to cross this field to reach home Lose yourself, the ghosts murmur in my sweaty ears, their creepy undertones sending chilling vibrations down my spine   Standing at the portal of this field of silence I am all alone, there is nobody here except for me And some crackles of eldritch thunder erupting in the darkening sky No sign of a creature’s breath, just an endless expanse of entities of death Lose yourself, they ...

I may spend my life in picking up the sticks you throw at me I may spend every moment of my life drenched in inner strife I will take all your pain and give you all my smiles But I will never give up on love, I will never give up on life   I will cross the oceans and climb mountains to bring you joy I will do all that you desire to be happy, I will even sacrifice I will witness you laugh and roll and dance in ebullience Being the gatekeeper, I will pay all the hurtful price But I will never give up on love, I will never give up on life   I will dance in the rain and make you dance with me I will fill your life with yellows and purples of harmony I will fill the cracks and voids that life may have left in your heart I will become a crease in the mist, so sunlight will reach you through me But I will never give up on love, I will never give up on life   I will pedal to the metal, I will knead my knuckles in the dirt If you need me to chan...

Standing at the crossroads of the world’s puzzling mindscape I am a geometrical being, the colorful figure of poetry & art My soul intertwined with that of the universe; my heartbeats aligned I am the guardian of the galaxy, I govern hearts   When the banshees of fear wailed upon my head Calling my attention to the plights of life I floundered in my faith, but I kept going, knowing that I am the guardian of the galaxy, I resolve strife   Other times when the bitter trees of rage and wrath Enveloped me in their claustrophobic venomous tendrils I choked, I fought, I let the trees throttle my throat I, the guardian of the galaxy, surrendered, I didn’t even trill   But then I caught spark of a flame A majestic treecutter had set ablaze the venomous tree As the tree struggled to survive, I struggled to breathe in its grip Out of the sooty rubbly ash, I rose, the guardian of the galaxy set free   I stand nonchalant amidst the hic...

  A teardrop trickles down my eyelash And adds a trail of glisten on my cheek As I remember the way we used to be Enchanting paradise, unlike this moment bleak Never did I think That one day we would be apart That one day, we will spend our days Living in the boulevard of broken hearts   I have loved the season of rain all my life But never did I think, one day it’d be the rain of tears My body grew into an adult, and I changed But I never knew the change could mean burying our love under medleys of shames and fears Day after day, the heartbreak turned us into frozen mannequins The crusty pieces of which, keep on collapsing and falling apart Making me recall over and over That I am living in the boulevard of broken hearts   All that remains of a primal fantasy Is a droplet of cold, empty darkness I cannot even comprehend where did the gravity vanish And how we ended up in such a mess How we vanquished our own flames And land...

Mind my absence but I was too busy Loading Santa’s bags with gifts and goodies Fleets of Rolls Royce and Ferraris And zillions of glittery green tinsel trees In one bag, I tossed dozens of Cheetos and chips Not to forget freshly grated blocks of mozzarella cheese   For girls I added velvet boxes of Tiffany’s bracelets, Bangles, earrings, and diamond rings Don’t tell the dentist but I also packed Hoards of candies, cookies, and chocolatey things Bouquets of fresh flowers are also there For those who wish to have an early spring   In case you’re wondering what will happen To your thighs when you eat all these fries and sweets Let me tell you that this year Santa will also bring Treadmills and dumbbells for Gen Alpha and Gen Zees But as far as the Christmas cake is concerned Don’t skip it I beg you please   Then I couldn’t stop myself from placing A casket of emotions and a book of John Keats poetry in Santa’s buggy Calling out a...

Love arrives in glory Wearing garbs of intense heartbreak It looks into your eyes And brushes your hair with a smile “Don’t worry,” it says, “I’ll take care of you” “Don’t be afraid of the dark,” “it’s just a color” it tells you. With its fingertips Love touches you In places you never knew existed within you With its ambrosial embrace It soothes you With the spark of its fire It molds you into gold And then when its time is over Love whispers goodbye Leaving souvenirs in your heart That’ll guide you Till eternity Read more poems by me Follow on Twitter

  Life flits past us In a moment of change Often too quick That we can’t hold its entire range   Of sadness, grief, wrath, rage Shapeshifting holograms appear disappear There is sometimes ecstasy and bliss Not to forget the leery voice of fear   A melancholous sorrow wails before us While a resplendent release awaits with open arms The darkness still tugs upon our shoulders Dangling like clinking bracelet charms   All the while the old telephones go haywire with dissonance The sunlit lakes draw us in intoxicating gravity of silence Flamebulbs of tranquilizing energies swirl within Mollifying the shadows into charcoal cleanse   A moment of change arrives at our doorstep Carrying buggies of words dressed in emoticons We may resist, at first, but eventually We learn to let go and move on   The journey doesn’t come to an end Though stories do culminate Teardrops slather the loose-leaf pages As we flip through, fearful of their fate   The moment of change n...

From the welkins of breaking dawn Light emerges through the cracks Golden emollient bursting through the crevices Bangles of dazzling color in nature’s lac   As the dazed passion of morn girdles round me In the vertigo of ecstasy, I stay afloat Unfettered become all the shackles and pinions Pintucked to my trembling boat   Falling from the azure ocean of sky Diamond droplets of dew plunge into the peachy pool of my flesh Bring back recollections of a memory A sea of burning persimmons and reds, blazing fresh   I thought I died in winter But this memory makes me rethink Of all the twilights when you set me alight Inside the fiery cauldron of your gaze, without blink   When I lay slumped in the dead slumber In teppenwitz graves of my mini-deaths You loved me back to life Awakening catacombs with the warm gust of your breath   It would be unjustness if I deny The glory of this breaking dawn that reminds me Of al...

A word is a door. Behind each word is a world, one beautiful than the other, full of magic, miracles, charm and wonder. As a word is uttered, it opens a door in the space of the mind, and this door leads to a land full of possibilities. Sometimes it leads to a painful moment of the past while sometimes, it opens into a wonderland of future. The human mind is a container of zillions of such words, each locked in their little-little caskets, jingling like crystals, and producing the music of assorted thoughts. When one of these little containers is stirred or triggered with our attention, it crackles open into another world, a new world is spun for us to witness, feel and experience. Sometimes a memory, sometimes a song, a book, a fantasy, a dream. Words are also malleable goldlike constellations shimmering in the galaxy of our minds, waiting to shapeshift into a new form. Words are treasure, each one similar to a gemstone, a bead, a pearl, a jewel. Like treasures and jewels, words...

Upon capturing a billion years of crazy experience in my notebooks, I am writing this sweet love note to you. I have not written it before because I have been wondering if you would even read it. It’d be useless to me if you wouldn’t ever read this note. I am writing this only and only for you after all. But at last I gathered enough insanity to express my heart out, and in case you too feel the same in your heart, you’ll surely like reading my thoughts. So let me begin by telling you how I have been feeling lately. Lately, I have been feeling that I am living in a video game, as if I am a character in some video game. I am constantly chasing some goal or milestone. But sometimes I also allow myself to relax, destress and just enjoy my life. For instance, by having a cup of hot coffee, by eating a chocolate, by taking a long walk in the park, by dancing and listening to music, by doing some fun activity that I used to do when I was not this old and grown up, activities like coloring, a...

Life is only as meaningful as it is meaningless. We laugh, we cry. Storing our own potions of happiness in our hearts, Blinking only when a warm salty tear rolls down our cheeks to make us pause and reflect, What this is really all about? A game, a dream, a delusion But if it is an illusion, no one can deny that it is such a magnetic illusion This world, It gravitates our emotions towards itself Its glitz and glamour, Still, there is a glitch scurrying in this glitz The scent of which, Pours through our body and mind, Like glittery molecules of chemicals streaming and swirling around in our bloodstream, Making us feel happy, hungry, melancholic or puzzled. The glitch is our shadow. We live amongst shadows and walk among shadows. Shadows, who are squirreled in the deepest recesses of our mind and who sleepwalk their way through life,  Thinking "only if"... So prefer not be a shadow. Choose to be a sparkling ball of starlight. Choose to...

Once upon a time there was a gigantic black hole in the cosmic wild. The black hole knew the address of an aperture to another universe, a passageway to the Wonderland. But there was no one who the black hole could tell this address to, because whatever came near the black hole got ripped apart to particles and lost forever. The black hole could form no friendships, could not let anyone come near it. A star came near it, it got lost. A planet came near it, it got lost. Over time, the black hole became sad and embarrassed about its own gravitational power. As the sadness grew more and more, it caused stirrings in the heart of the black hole. The sadness started drawing portraits of anguish with black crayons, the wax of which was dripping with sorrow and grief, grief over an invisible feeling, a feeling of missing something, missing someone who could last forever till its lifetime. The black hole after all could hold on to nothing due to its endless deep dark abyss. The sadness of t...

THE BLACK CRAYON   Once upon a time there was a girl named Gold. Her eyes like bright sapphires her cheeks like blossoms red and bold.   Gold had a box of crayons. With which she painted dusks and dawns. Colouring mornings bright golden with crayon yellow and with green crayons sketching blades of grass, soothing mellow…   With her box of crayons Gold coloured the sky and the bluebells, Lost in the sketchbook of her life Gold carved herself a sparkling rainbow shell, Reds of roses, and pinks of sunsets, orange of marigolds, and creamy white of jasmines, Oceans of emerald blues dripping from her dance As she played with winds, fire, moon and earth’s skin With a palette full of sparkles and colours, She painted her laughter and playfulness   Until one day,   when she came across a crayon the black crayon,   As she picked it up, and scrubbed it against her sketchbook’s paper, her laughter turned...

'Poem' is a word that flutters on the mountaintops In puddles & pebbles that fandangos & hops Like a boat that drifts On streams of milky mists And like a flock of doves that peregrinates from hills to treetops A word that nestles in the tiniest dewdrop That paints a peacock's feathers with rainbowy pop A word that shimmers in tones of electric blue-green An eye invisible yet seen A word that blooms in the meadows of golden springs That marks the arrival of dusk, the colour of homecoming!

In a story of a yellow rufous summer where zillions of tiny-little poems gathered together in coalesce to emit a vibration of light, the light so bright that it drowned away all the shadowlands, all that was dark, leaving only the fleeting glimpses of memory and deflating clouds of monsoons long gone, in that story of the yellow summer I was a witness, a spectator.

Life is an assorted smorgasbord of colours Dark and bright A melange of little glowy lanterns In dusk's coppery light From shadows livid To rainbows vivid From symphonies of seasons sweet & bitter To dreams of fantasylands Tippling with starry gold glitter!

I am a noun I have with me, a box of adjectives Stored in which Are my joys, lusts & griefs A casket of trinkets & beads And a thread that strings  them all together in a classical weave. At times Even I become an adjective too Cocooned in the noun of life I warble at its beauty & bounty the words & verses a few!

Nestling in the backdrop of the sky of dusk painted in a blend of persimmon & periwinkle husk, Humming in the space beyond  Bubbling like the quiet florescence Of glowy fireflies & cutesy unicorns Even beyond the music Of shimmering stardust Sings an invisible elf This song I know As the voice of my phantom self!

Every time  when the sun falls in love with the earth, the space above the sky lights up in zillions of ionic starbursts As if some mythological Pandora Swashes the cosmos  With speckles of sparkles & goblets of glitter Glassy iridescent lakes rise like serpentine heads of bony critters Streamers of dancing haloes close-up the dayspring Shimmery electric clusters of dusky pink, turquoise & sea green In a resonance of passion delicious tunes play in plethora  Swaying pirouetting magnetic waveforms Emerging in a classic aurora!